All Chapters of Sold to the cursed Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Areum~My hands were flat on Rowan’s chest, fingers digging into bare skin that was still slick with both our blood, trying to shove a whole goddamn freight train backwards with my skinny arms. He kept growling “mine, mine, mine” like the word had glued itself to his tongue and he’d forgotten every other one existed. His claws were out, flexing, ready to rip Kael’s face off and wear it as a party hat.Kael just stood there bleeding from the mouth, grinning like he’d won the lottery and the prize was pissing Rowan off forever. He wiped the back of his hand across his lip, flicked the blood away, and said, “Relax, Rowan. I’m not stealing your girl.”Dead silence. Even the crickets shut the fuck up.Then Kael leaned in, voice all syrupy sweet and venom, “I’m stealing your boy.”Rowan’s whole body locked. I felt it under my palms, every muscle turning to stone. My own heart stopped like someone yanked the plug and my eyes went wide open. Kael’s eyes slid to me, sparkling with pure evil j

~Areum~Rowan’s mouth was still on mine when his teeth grazed the side of my neck, right over the gland that had been throbbing since the second I woke up in his bed. I shivered hard enough that he felt it, because his hands tightened on my hips like he thought I might bolt. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was already half gone, heat rolling through me in waves that made my skin burn and my head fuzzy.“Still sure?” he asked against my throat, voice low and rough, like it hurt him to even ask.I laughed, short and shaky. “If you stop now I swear to every god I’ll knee you in the balls so hard you’ll taste them.”He huffed out something that might’ve been a laugh, might’ve been a growl, and then his teeth sank in.Pain hit first….sharp, bright, perfect. Then everything exploded. Heat, pleasure, and then him. The bond snapped into place like someone had yanked a rope tight around both our chests. I gasped, or maybe I screamed, I don’t even know, because suddenly I wasn’t just feeling my own mes

~Areum~Rowan sat next to me, arm brushing mine. “Yes.”Vorin’s eyes shifted to me. “Good. The pack needs stability. Heirs.”I froze, fork halfway to my mouth.Serin snorted. “Subtle, Vorin. Real subtle.”He ignored her. “You’re omega. Omega from an Alpha yes, but fertile. When can we expect the first litter?”I set the fork down hard. Heat crawled up my neck, different from last night’s kind. Anger, shame, panic all tangled.Rowan’s hand landed on my thigh under the table, squeezing. His voice came out low, dangerous. “That’s not your business.”“It’s the pack’s business,” Vorin shot back. “We’ve waited years for a proper Luna who can…..”“Careful,” Rowan growled.I laughed, short and bitter. “Proper Luna. Right. Because I’m such a great breeder, huh? Pop out pups like a good little omega, fix all your problems.”Vorin’s eyes narrowed. “Your tone….”“My tone’s fine,” I cut in, leaning forward. “You want heirs? Great. Maybe start by not treating me like a walking womb. I didn’t sign u

~Areum~I woke up aching again, heat simmering low but building fast, that familiar empty pull deep in my gut that made me shift restlessly against the sheets. My skin felt too hot, dick half-hard already. I pressed my face into Rowan’s shoulder instead, breathing him in deep, trying to steady myself.He stirred, arm tightening around my waist on instinct, alpha rumble starting low in his chest before his eyes even opened. “Hey,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, hand sliding up my back slow. “How bad is it?”I swallowed, throat dry. “Bad,” I admitted, quiet. “But not… screaming yet. Just… need you close.”He pulled back enough to look at me, eyes searching my face, thumb brushing my cheek. “Talk to me. What’s going through your head?”I laughed a little, shaky and real. “That I’m turning into a clingy mess and you’re gonna get sick of it.”He snorted, but his expression stayed serious. “Try again.”I bit my lip, looked away for a second. “That it feels too good. Like… if you knot

~Areum~I paced the council chamber like a caged animal, hands shoved deep in the pockets of Rowan’s oversized shirt that I still hadn’t taken off since last night, because it smelled like him and right now that was the only thing keeping me from completely losing my shit. Rowan sat at the head of the table, elbows on the wood, fingers steepled, staring at the map spread out in front of him like it owed him money. Lina hovered by the door, twisting her hands, and two of his enforcers stood silent in the corners like statues that could rip throats out if you looked at them wrong.Nobody had slept. Nobody had even pretended to. The messenger’s visit hung over us like a bad smell you couldn’t air out.Rowan finally spoke, voice low and rough. “We’re not waiting for them to make the next move. We go in. We find out what the fuck they really want.”I stopped pacing. “Go in? Like, into my old pack?”He didn’t even look up. “Someone goes in. Quiet. Gets close to the alpha. Gets the truth.”I